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While in deep sleep tuning fork synchronized circadian rhythm in pitch perfect qi

While in deep sleep tuning fork synchronized circadian rhythm in pitch perfect qi

while channeling the energy of Google
exemplified by cute and cuddly moogle.

I awoke from mid-day siesta
exuding peaceful easy feeling
total all encompassing bliss
suffused body electric of mine.

Ecstasy resonated within these lovely bones
triggering subliminal stimuli from head to toe
profound tranquility linkedin
entire corporeal essence,
what me worry mindset
bundled every nerve
transcendent state issued forth
analogous to standing
in the middle of an intersection,
where converged sense and sensibility
without pride or prejudice
experienced as orgasmic natural high
rippling into soothing nexus
of acute momentary emotional nirvana
watching within third eye blind
"the quick brown fox
jumps over the lazy dog"
which sentence contains
all the letters of the alphabet
if in doubt (take a pawn)
and Google for yourself.

Despite any care and concern
within the webbed wide world,
I seemed to float above the fracas,
especially the fiasco of the fires
their utter ruination laying waste
entire Los Angeles neighborhoods
seen from afar absolute zero familiarization,
a futile endeavor trying
to identify any hint of recognition
impossible mission to comprehend
the mind boggling death and destruction
encompassing the second largest city
within the contiguous United States
far as the eye can see
extensive obliteration and desolation
analogous to aftermath
of dropped atomic bombs
unleashing their powerful fury
minus the radiation fallout
offering foretaste of
hell on earth annihilating life,
liberty, and the pursuit of happiness
shaking and baking bedrock faith
witnessing enraged shaking fists
screaming (at the top of one's seared lungs)
accursed blasphemy exploding
against omnipotent creator
questioning unfair punishment,
nevertheless birthing good samaritans
offering emotional nurturance
while drones buzzfeed
truckloads of information
using radio frequency (RF) communication
through a data link, sending data
like location, altitude, speed,
and live video footage
from the drone's camera back
to the ground control station
via a dedicated transmitter and receiver,
typically operating on frequencies
like 2.4 GHz or 5.8 GHz
depending on the drone model
and intended range;
this allows for real-time control
and monitoring of the drone's flight.

Suddenly doggone petty trials
and tribulations in Lake Wobegon
(my adopted hometown out there on the prairie
offtimes visited by Garrison Keillor)
finds us speechless, and numb
structures of silence
crackling, popping and snapping
courtesy non-verbal communication
linkedin to eerie decimation
courtesy ferocious acceleration of Santa Ana winds
strong, dry, and hot winds that blow
from the inland areas of Southern California
towards the coast, typically originating
from a high pressure system
over the Great Basin desert,
causing them to be very warm and dry
as they descend through mountain passes,
often exacerbating wildfire risks;
they got named
after the Santa Ana Mountains
through which they frequently flow.

 

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